growing up

"Welcome to Adulthood, I hope you like Ibuprofen."
"Son, when I was a kid we ate our applesauce in bowls instead of sucking it out of vacuum sealed tubes."
All I wanted was for my parents to stop fighting and be happy, with or without each other.
Here's to six seasons of messy, f**ked up, adventurous women.
My 15-year-old son and I are sitting in the car in our driveway.
If I had known that it was going to be the last time, I would have taken our picture.